Requiem For A Dream.

Marion: I love you, Harry. You make me feel like a person. Like I'm me... and I'm beautiful.
Harry: You are beautiful. You're the most beautiful girl in the world. You are my dream.

What I Consider Genius.

Radiohead-No Surprises.

This is one of my top 10 songs of all genres. I feel this song is a representation of mankind's longing to escape the responsibilities of a competitive society. Thom Yorke is one of the few alternative artists that are conscience about today's society. One of my favorite writers.

"I'll take a quiet life.
A handshake of carbon monoxide."


Here Is My "EFF YOU!" Of The Week.

So my man behind the counter of the Administration Office at my school was rocking a koo lil' T-shirt that I've never seen before and it intrigued me. I can't even explain how DOPE it was but I'll just say, the shirt was koo and I wanted to know where one would be able to cop one. Nothing wrong with that right? Here's how the conversation went down:

Me(approaching): Ayo!
Him- You gotta take a number first, man.
Me- Oh nah, I already been helped. I'm just diggin' that shirt, man. Where'd you get it?
Him- Oh...
Me- 'Cuz I've seen it before and I just want to know where I can get one, feel me?
Him- Oh...Nobody has this shirt, dude. I got it online.
Me- Oh, alright then. Fo' Sho, man.

Now I could've proceeded to harass this man about his damn shirt but I knew what was up. He didn't want anyone else rocking this "exclusive" shirt. If he really wanted me to know where to get one he would've simply said "Oh yeah, just go to www.buytheshirthere.com and it costs $XX, dude! " I know it's just a shirt but I'm not going to let it go until I FIND it. And when I do, I'm going right up the Admin office everyday of the week and have him help me out with bullshit while I'm wearing that damn shirt in front of him.



Call A Amberlamps.


Oye, Comprade!

If there's one thing I respect most, it's a hustle or grind that is in some commendable. This does not include slanging grass/rocks/Bootlegs; I'm talking about being self efficient and putting meals on the table and a providing for a roof over your family's head.

It is well known and documented that The Home Depot parking lots are host to many Hispanics looking for work: Day Laborers. These are men who are willing to go to your home or construction site and do whatever work is needed from carpeting, tiling, roofing, sanding, gardening, plumbing, etc... They do it all without the formal training/certification and they do not ask for high wages. It's just on-the-spot "What do you need, how many of us do you need, and this is how much."

These men sit on the curb or on the beds of trucks just posted up until someone comes in need of some help. I can respect that because many of us sit behind a computer screen every now and then looking for some part time job...or ask for someone to hook them up with a job...or complain about the job we have now...or scrounge off our parents...or waste financial aid checks on bullshit. They actually sit under the sun all day, 7 days a week-posted until Home Depot closes.

Despite the lack of education and language barrier, they are the hardest workers in all of California. Say what you want about them being illegal but I find that to be an ignorant argument. I hate that term and it's not because I am Hispanic myself, but I find that for an honest family man to be considered illegal in this country is ludicrous! What happened to the "Land of Opportunity"? I guess it turned into "The Land of stealing oil and bombing for the Opportunity to triple profits of private companies".

When I see myself working as a Pharmacist, the only difference I see with this man is that I'll be wearing a white lab coat with my name "Dr. D ".
He has a family, he needs to eat, and my man is getting every noodle out that cup! In order to lead the sheep, you've got to be a wolf. If you're studying 2 hours a day, and your classmate is studying 4 hours a day, who's going to get the better grade? You see, my man got the steal-toe boots on because he's well prepared and equipped. 75 cents for that cup of noodles while you pay $5 for your Subway. Don't sleep.
Oye, Comprade! No te duermas!

Call A Amberlamps.


“Introduce a little anarchy…upset the established order…and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos.”


"Ayo, B! Lemme Get A Extra Water!"



"Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as fuck
but this like my weaker stuff
they ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause this is like a week to us?" "


My Extras.

I'm tired of this JACKASSERY! It doesn't make any damn sense to me! The driver knows what side their gas cap is on so why not pull into the corresponding pump? These are the type of people who kept coloring outside the lines in Middle School and shit. They can't match A to A or B to B. They know it's an inconvienence and struggle to get the pump over their car and reach to the other side but they do it anyways. Maybe because they don't want to be embarrassed by getting in their car and driving to the right pump. Assholes. I wish the gas companies would make the pumps ONE foot shorter.
This is why I LOVE Los Angeles! Bacon wrapped hot dogs con TODO! Always on the cheap too. $2 straight. You don't wash this down with a juice or water. It's GOT to be a cold ass COKE! Always ask for the plumpest wiener.

Yeah, I'm 20. I still get down with the Gerber Banana and Strawberry. So What?
Sometimes when your momma doesn't want to cook or whatever, just pop a Stouffers Lasanga in the oven for an hour and you'll be gooood. Plus the leftovers are good for a couple days. I can eat Half of a Party Size myself, so shop accordingly.
Why I hate fast food joints. They always give me 70% ice, 30% drink! I should not have to state "NO ICE" or "EASY ICE" for me to enjoy me damn drink! Damnit! It's like, I ordered a SODA because I wanted soda! Not a cup full of ice with a little bit of soda. C'mon, son! It's bad enough my burger is looking sloppier than Tracy McGrady and my fries are cold.